• Dreadful class, 9-28-09, 1:45 p.m.

So tell me. Who out there is ready for the usual, 'Oh, I'm SOOO emo' rant about how my life SUCKS? Yeah, didn't think so.
I wish I could start over, you know? New me, new friends, new choices. No regrets.
This is how my life would be.

A field full of beautiful green grass and various colorful wildflowers dotting. In the distance, a blue hazy mountain range. The sky, sapphire with white cotton and occasionally a slate gray with cool raindrops falling on the field. My house would be natural, comfy, abstract and perfect in my eyes. Everyday I would garden the herbs, patchouli, thyme, rosemary, lavender. I would make crowns of lilies and daisies. I would smoke from hand carved pipes with vines and birds etched and painted. I won't ever be alone, my friends will come and go, and everyone will be my lover. Some nights we will dance and sing around a fire. We will dance and sing and fall asleep where we last stood. The fire will burn out and we will sleep on herbal mattresses under a blanket of stars. My skin will be caramel and my hair will be perfect, long and natural... in my eyes. I will learn to knit, to sew, to weave. I will make guitars from scratch and paint them. My heart will belong to my creations. I will love them, even when I am not with them anymore. I will grow Tiger Lilies in my windows, they will flourish. They will love their little flowery lives. I will have one wall, entirely a bookshelf. Books about world peace, but from different authors. I want a variety of view points. I will have books full of poetry and stories, an even wider variety. There will be no fear or judgment, no pain and sorrow. We will only know how to live and love, to eat and sleep, to grow and read, to dance and sing. Once in a blue moon we will dig up our city party clothes and live in the night clubs. We will unleash and sweat. When the sun comes back up, we will start it all over again.

And whenever I can.
I will make it happen.